The Submissive Emperor

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Chunde ten years, August 17th.

The autumn tiger has not left, and the day is still sultry.

Mrs. Zhang was sitting on the wicker chair under the porch with her fat fingers pinching a melon seed and leaning to her mouth. Because her fingers were too thick, she had to lift her lips, revealing two rows of jagged teeth, and squatted apart. He puffed the melon seed shell far away, and then squinted at Xun Xia who was standing two steps away. Don’t even talk about 50-year-old ginseng, but 30-year-old ginseng is gone."

Xun Xia Xing’s eyes widened, she just stared at the fat lady, and sneered: “Mother Zhang is joking. How many ginsengs there are in the Guogong Mansion, even as radishes, can’t be eaten all morning. "

"The girl is really not in charge and I don't know that Chai Mi is expensive. She is about to prepare a dowry for the son of the world. Those of us who do rough work, I am afraid that we will not even have to eat the radish." Lady Zhang said with a smile on her face. A flower showed a few yellowed fangs, and said three words "prepare dowry" in a loud and slow voice.

"Then mother needs more carrots. If you really can't make it, go to Suzaku Hall and kowtow to the elder son, saying you can't reward your mother with food," I know that I will not come to ginseng today. She was polite, took out the ice silk soft silk veil and gracefully touched the sweat on her chin, turned around and said to the little maid beside her, "People say that vicious women have ghost teeth. This is really true."

"Little bitch, who are you talking about?" Lady Zhang heard the words and immediately jumped up from the chair.

Xunxia's steps are still not hurried, the goose-yellow Kesizi shining in the afternoon sun, giggling and saying: "Mum says who it is."

Lady Zhang was shivering with anger, but did not dare to catch up. The wife-in-law who came to pick up the goods saw it clearly, they all pretended not to see anything, and turned their heads after picking up the things.

Coming out of the upper courtyard, passing through a nine-curved corridor, is the garden of the Anguo Government, and on the other side of the garden is the residence of the son-the Vermilion Bird Hall.

Xun Xia returned to the Suzaku Hall. The little maid had already cooked the ginseng soup. Yingqiu walked over with the water basin. She could not help but sigh when she saw her empty hands. Breathe?"

Xun Xia took the ginseng soup and brought them into the room. When she saw the unconscious person on the bed, she couldn't help crying, "There are so many things that fall into the ground in this house. If I don't beat and beat them, the son of the world will heal the wounds. Day, we..."

The person on the bed was Lou Jing, the son of An Guo Gongfu. His slender body was lying motionless on the bed. The snow satin shirt was carefully cut from the back, revealing the blue and purple back, and the injury between the waist and the thigh was even more serious. It was serious. The bed sheet under him was stained with blood, and it looked mottled and patchy, which was very shocking.

"Father, you marry your only aunt to the prince, who do you want to give the title of Duke Anguo?"

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"Asshole thing, that's how your grandfather taught you to talk to your father?"

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"Fight! Beat me fiercely, I will let you know today, what is a father as a son!"

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Lou Jing opened his eyes sweating profusely, only feeling that there was no pain anywhere on his body.

"Shizi, you are awake!" The light and lively voice should be his big girl looking for Xia.

Sweat wetted his eyelashes, making his vision a little blurred, Xunxia quickly took the veil and wiped his sweat.